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was picking them up from the airport later tonight. From Simones excited e-mails home Christina learned that they had found the architect to build their Muriwai dream home in Locronan. The coincidence registered with Christina but only fleetingly.
Although she loved her best friend, Christina found it difficult to focus on anything these days except Fabrice. It was of little consequence to her whether they found their architect or not. God knows how crazy they were to even consider going all the way to France for an architect when there were heaps of fully qualified Auckland ones that would design their home without charging three months accommodation and a return trip to France. But over the past year with both of them being promoted to senior positions within their prestigious law firms, as well as Connors inheritance from his Poppy, they could afford it. And anyway, it was only money. Money was no good to anybody unless it made you happy. Obviously from Simone and Connors excited e-mails they were indeed ecstatic with the architect they found. So, it was all good.
Christina was a little vague on Connors connection to this architect but from what Simone told her Connor had known this man years ago right here in Uxbridge and really wanted to find him again during their trip. Simone told her they had made him their first port of call because Connor was impatient to see him again and get things moving on their house. At that point in the conversation Christina was lost to Simone. After all, what interest did she have in an architect from Europe? She was only interested in one man and she knew he definitely wasnt coming to her. She would have to go to him.
France had captured Christina from a very early age. She remembered when she was five and only six months into her first year at school her Mum bought her a book about a little girl who lived on the Seine in a boat with her Papa. How Christina grew to envy this girl as she wrote about seeing the Eiffel Tower for the first time from her Papas boat and sleeping under the twinkling fairy lights of Paris! Christina wanted to be this little girl, so badly. Her Mum did not know it at the time but by giving this book to her daughter she had inadvertently given birth to a life-long passion. Christina was Frances biggest fan but it would take another two years of temper tantrums and nagging to convince her parents to pay a private tutor to teach her French. When Christinas best friend Simone wanted to study French as well, her Parents wisely submitted to her immediately, so avoiding the two-year temper tantrums the Rhodes never saw coming.
Christina was not a spoiled little girl but she was stubborn in her approach to things and while she never asked her Parents for much, when she did ask for something she was not willing to accept any compromise.

This same stubbornness was with Christina still. It helped maintain her focus long enough to complete her Masters in Business and stayed with her while she fought her way through the oh-so-masculine world of marketing. For a little lady she packed quite a punch as the so-called marketing wonder boys discovered. But only after Christina had lined the arrogant bastards up in her sights and fired her shots. Appearances were very misleading and Christina used every opportunity she could, to exploit this situation to her advantage.
She was slowly gaining respect within the marketing world but each victory was a hard fought one. These bastards never gave up their thrones easily but by the time they discovered Christina was something other than just tits and ass she had already grabbed them by their proverbial balls. How she loved seeing their faces cringe when it dawned on them how wrong they were to treat her with such disregard!
As the spring sun sunk lower on the Uxbridge Beach horizon Christinas mobile rang. It was Simone. Christina was confused. Simone and Connor should have been half-way over the Tasman by now. Their flight was due to touchdown in Auckland in two hours.
"Simone, whats up? Please dont tell me youre already here!"
"I wish! We missed our connecting flight in Singapore and had to be diverted to Sydney. Our new flight home doesnt touchdown in Auckland until 2.00am. Im sorry to do this to you, Chrissie, but dont worry about us. Well take a cab home from the airport."
Christina could hear the distress in her friends voice. She herself knew only too well how draining these long-haul flights were. At the time of their diversion to Sydney they would have been flying or waiting around in airports for some 35 hours and now they had another five-hour wait before their two-hour flight home. "Sweetie, dont be silly! Of course Im still going to pick you up. Dont give it another thought. Hang in there, okay? Youre almost home."
Simones relief was evident in her soft sigh. "Chrissie..."
"Dont mention it!" She smiled. "Hey, while its in my head, didnt you book your architect friend into a motel for the night? Did you want me to call them and make sure they can hold his room? You booked it under "Blakely" right?"
"Hon, you never do anything to let me forget why you are my best friend do you?"
Christina rung off with a grin not fully realizing, until that moment, how much she missed her friend. Simone of course knew about the poem she had written and had been the quiet voice of reason for Christina ever since. Of both her friends, Simone was always the more gregarious and impulsive one, which is why it would shock her to the core when she found out that Christina was flying back to France next week. Of course she would be happy that she was following her heart but only after she killed her for leaving her again. Because of Christinas